It's another earth-quake. And I'm getting a little dramatic, if not conscious. Do you believe in Apocalypse? That someday the world we all know will eventually be gone? And when that day happen, will you regret the things you've done in your life? What would be the last thing on your mind? Will you finally feel relieve? Then what's the worth of tomorrow's plan, if everything ended today?
For those who survived, they'd rise again someday, somehow. But those who didn't, what happen to them? Is it cold in the place they're in now? Is it dark? And would there be someone to help them? To be a shoulder to cry on? To give a shelter to rely on?
And I'm scared, while humanity has been taken from me. Hypocrisy.
Selagi gue menulis ini, orang-orang lagi meneropong bulan dan mensimulasikan sesuatu di laptop-laptop mereka... Yang membuat gue bertanya-tanya. Dulu pas jaman nabi gimana ya? Kan belum ada teropong, belum ada komputer... Terus gimana kalo mendung dan si hilal yang ditunggu-tunggu tetep nggak keliatan sampai Rabu depan? Hummm... Kasian juga yang mesti masak buat Lebaran. Kalo Lebarannya besok, ada yang belum nyiapin. Kalo Lebarannya Senin, ada yang udah masak. Hummm...
Noordin M. Top is dead. And the world cheers. How ironic that one's greatest contribution to humankind is his leaving the world forever.
While the TVs were continuously reporting the news, I red couple of news from American websites. Just curious in what they had in stock to say. Nothing much actually. MSNBC said Indonesia terror chief killed in raid, CNN said Indonesia's top terror suspect killed in raid... I know it's supposed to be an achievement for Indonesian police (especially when this institution is actually in on-going open war with another public institution), but it's sad that word Indonesia had to be in the same sentence with terrorist. This 'terror chief' was actually belonged to Malaysia. And I've stopped shopping shoes at Vincci since last year.
The negative sentiment toward Malaysia has grown rapidly nowadays. Indonesian labors in Malaysia, Manohara, Ambalat, Rasa Sayange, Tari Pendet, Reog Ponorogo, Negaraku vs Terang Bulan, Indonesia Raya........ *and long list continues* But now that I think about it, perhaps Malaysia just wants to help us out.
It's just like what they always say in campus while talking about 'kaderisasi' aka 'ospek' aka student orientation, that solidarity bounds in high pressure. Lets just admit it, if there's no such claim from Malaysia to... umm... Ambalat (??), or sadism toward Indonesian labors, or highly-disrespectful joke toward Indonesian national anthem, there might never be Indonesian solidarity like Indonesia Unite. Terang Bulan might never be so popular. Kids might never be able to see Tari Pendet or Reog Ponorogo on TV. Yey! Thank you, Malaysia!
My dad once said, "Maybe there's outlandish intelligent trying to ignite war between Indonesia and Malaysia."
Well, I won't speculate on that. But I do think everything has two sides of stories. I just red a friend's post on Facebook that before Indonesia Raya, Malaysia's own national anthem was being disgraced by people who claimed as Indonesians. If it's true, then it's not-so-wise-but-just-natural reaction from Malaysian to do the same with Indonesian national anthem. While the labor-issue..., well it is against humanity, but let's face it. Even more labors are treated badly in those Middle East countries. We should be consistent, if we're really care about the fates of Indonesian labors abroad and not just being reactive toward provocations.
Between you and me, I think Malaysia is trying to compete with Singapore as a transit place for international boarding. Putting Reog and its friends on their websites, then when tourists ask about them they'll simply say: "Oh, it's in Indonesia... not far from here. You can take ferry or flight." Watch it, S'pore!
Doesn't mean that I will buy anything from Vincci again, though. Their products are just totally lame. Quality control, please...
note: I start writing perezhilton-style. Not good.
I've never been a fan of Twitter. Hell, I didn't even know the use of it until a couple hours ago.
My daylight activities during Lebaran break revolve around perezhilton.com and YouTube. I was supposed to work on my projects, earning some money to pay the bills... Instead I watched a video where Kanye insanely went up to the stage and cut Taylor out during her acceptance speech at VMA. Then one thing led to another and I found myself surfing on perezhilton.com and reading celebrity tweet.
Well, at least Twitter boosted my knowledge. Now I know why they call Paula a crybaby. *run*
If anyone asks me what I desire most in this world, that would be to live happily ever after. But then, it turns out that life isn't that easy. I have to think about other things that I have to desire. Like what I want to be. Professionally.
Lately it seems like most of my friends are beginning to set the paths they want to step in. Some of them are thinking about multinational-company they want to work at, some are preparing for further studies, some are getting married (okay, I made this up)...
That's like a slap in the face. I have no idea of what I'm going to do after graduation. Fortunately, I still have at least a year to figure that out.
I always believe that everyone was born with her/his own true calling. Yea..., I know it sounds cliche. I think everyone was born for reason. And the reason is that so-called-calling.
I mean, we all born different. Anyone can search this whole world for someone like me, and they would always find the second best of me. Not because I'm perfect, but because I am me. Nobody can be a better version of me but myself..., right?
So then I think, life isn't about competition. Because we're all special and have our own unique way to make contributions. And money will come afterward; its only a logical consequences of us working. Great works are those that contribute greatly to mankind, anyway.
Each one of us has a part in order to make this world a good place for living. Each has his/her true calling. I don't what happens in this world. Those who has no empathy become doctors. Those who love acting become engineers. Those who are after money become lawyers. Those who have no idea about rightness become journalists. What happen to dreams? To contributions?
Back to decide what I'm going to do... I'm trying so hard to make the whoever-who-do-the-call calling me.
Pleaaaase...??
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